User blog:Brigadier Barty/Horde

Note: I'll also make this into an RPG, slightly following the storyline...

Chapter 1
Night reigned in the camp of the fox and his warriors, the moon lost in the many dark rainclouds covering the sky. One of the two weasels, elected to complete the weary job of watchbeast along with his companion, was pulling his cloak more tightly over his body and expressing his anger by kicking at anything in view that wasn't nailed down, including the other weasel, who turned on him, toying with his one bladed axe threateningly. He stopped kicking and drew a dagger "Wanna fight, flea-hide?" His particularly thin companion bared his teeth "I'm gonna gut ya like a fish, rot-nose"